intermittent stimuli

Summer memories in winter

The most commonly played card in the pack
Placed face down
Worn at the edges
And round

Constructing the end of the game
Celebrate the way we came
To be here in this adopted strangeness
Always unaware of the rush

The breeze that blew the years
Was just exhaled breath
And I sip and suck
On past times and curse what passed for luck

I took no time to even mention
The tired and unjust predestination
That colours all their chaotic thoughts
And bought us nothing

So we salute the rain
And the intermittent stimuli
That feeds a waking need
Evermore invisible

Some tunes and fragments
As we go
As our forces splinter
Some summer memories in winter.